My rested heart cries out. My tired body groans.
Hot soapy clean.
My perfumed lungs explode into water-muddled melody.
My soul sings.
A bright smile written in my eyes,
I look upon the waking day.
The sun rises.
My creaky, sore feet dance. My spirit rejoices.
Voices fill my classroom.
The choppy chorus pours into my ears.
The projector whirs wearily.
The laughter rises.
Even the walls speak.
And finally a favorite phrase recited:
¡Buenos días Señorita Aranda!
